So deeply was Hobomak, the Wampanoge interpreter, impressed by this instance of the pious trust of his white friends in the providence of their God, and of the protection they enjoyed under His guidance and government, that he gave himself up to a serious consideration of their religion and so sincere was his desire for spiritual knowledge, and so humble and teachable did he show himself, that, after a time, he was judged fit to be admitted into the pale of the Christian church.  He was baptized as the first fruits of the settlers’ efforts to evangelize the heathen among whom they had cast their lot:  and he lived a firm friend of the white men, and died, after residing many years among them, ‘leaving a good-hope that his soul went to rest.’

The welcome rain continued to fall for several hours without intermission, on the morning that succeeded the Pilgrim’s day of prayer and humiliation; and Mooanam sent his young men home to fish in the lake, while he remained with his white friends, intending to follow them in the afternoon, with a party of the settlers, to share their sport.  As the day advanced, the clouds broke, and warm sunshine, interrupted by frequent refreshing showers, succeeded to the settled rain of the morning.  So favorable, altogether, was the change, that Winslow gratefully remarks:  ’It is difficult to say whether our withered corn, or our depressed spirits, were most refreshed and quickened.  So great was the benevolence and goodness of our God!’

The Pilgrims had prayed for rain; and when their prayers were granted, they did not neglect the equally incumbent Christian duty of thanksgiving.  Again the congregation ascended ‘the Burying Hill’; and again their united voices rose to heaven in prayers and songs of praise.  Mooanam formed one of the assembly; and he listened with deep and reverent attention to the devotions of his friends, frequently applying to Hobomak, who stood at his side, to explain to him the words and sentences that he did not comprehend.

The service concluded, and the women and children were descending the hill by the path that led to the village, leaving the Governor and his council to discuss some public business, and the other men to arrange themselves as usual into companies, for the manning of their fortification and other necessary employments.  Just at that moment a native, attired in the costume and equipments of a Narragansett, was seen to approach the foot of the hill, bearing a bundle of strange appearance in his hands.  With a quick and decided step he mounted the height, and glanced fiercely at the females and their children, whom he passed in the winding path, and who all involuntarily shrank from the gaze of his piercing and singularly expressive eye.  In the breast of Janet that glance struck a chill of horror; for she had once before encountered it, and never could she forget or mistake it again.  It seemed that Fingal recognized it also, and knew the evil that it foreboded.  He was bounding down